lørdag den 23. april 2011

The Living Years


Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I`m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I`m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I`m afraid that`s all we`ve got

You say you just don`t see it
He says it`s perfect sense
You just can`t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It`s too late when we die
To admit we don`t see eye to eye

I wasn`t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn`t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I`m sure I heard his echo
In my baby`s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It`s too late when we die
To admit we don`t see eye to eye

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